Kare mu Igitondo kimwe nyirakuru wa Vusi yaramuhamagaye, “Vusi, mbabarira ujyane iri gi ku ababyeyi bawe. Barashaka gukora keke nini y’ubukwe bwa mushiki wawe”.
Early one morning Vusi’s granny
called him, “Vusi, please take this
egg to your parents. They want to
make a large cake for your sister’s
wedding.”
Munzira ajya kubabyeyi be, Vusi yahuye n’abahungu babiri batoragura imbuto. Umwe yashikuje igi Vusi aritera ku igiti. Ryagi rirameneka.
On his way to his parents, Vusi met
two boys picking fruit. One boy
grabbed the egg from Vusi and shot
it at a tree. The egg broke.
“Nibiki mukoze?” Vusi yararize. “Iryo gi ryari iryo gukora keke. Keke yari iy’ubukwe bwa mushiki wange. Niki mushiki wange aribuvuge nimba nta keke y’ubukwe?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That egg was for a cake. The cake
was for my sister’s wedding. What
will my sister say if there is no
wedding cake?”
Abahungu basabye imbabazi kubwo gukinisha Vusi. “Ntitwagufasha na keke, ariko aka ni akabando (ko kwifashisha mu kugenda) ko guha mushiki wawe,” Umwe yaravuze. Vusi yakomeje urugendo rwe.
The boys were sorry for teasing
Vusi.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is a walking stick for your
sister,” said one.
Vusi continued on his journey.
Along the way he met two men
building a house. “Can we use that
strong stick?” asked one.
But the stick was not strong enough
for building, and it broke.
“Nibiki mukoze?” Vusi yararize. “Iyo nkoni yari impano ya mushiki wange. Abasoromyi b’imbuto bampaye inkoni kuberako bamennye igi rya keke. Keke yari iy’ubukwe bwa mushiki wange. Ubu nta gi, nta keke, nta n’impano. Ni iki mushiki wange aribuvuge?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That stick was a gift for my sister.
The fruit pickers gave me the stick
because they broke the egg for the
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
The builders were sorry for breaking
the stick.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is some thatch for your sister,”
said one.
And so Vusi continued on his
journey.
Along the way, Vusi met a farmer
and a cow. “What delicious thatch,
can I have a nibble?” asked the cow.
But the thatch was so tasty that the
cow ate it all!
“Nibiki ukoze?” Vusi yararize. “Ibyo byatsi byari impano ya mushiki wange. Abubatsi bampaye ibyatsi kuberako baciye inkoni abasoromyi b’imbuto bari bampaye. Abasoromyi bari bampaye inkoni kuberako bamennye igi rya keke ya mushiki wange. Ubu ntagi, nta keke, ntan’impano. Niki mushiki wange aribuvuge?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That thatch was a gift for my
sister. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for my sister’s
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
Inka byarayibabaje kubera ubusambo. Umuhinzi yemeye ko inka ijyana na Vusi nk’impano yo guha mushiki we. Nuko Vusi arakomeza.
The cow was sorry she was greedy.
The farmer agreed that the cow
could go with Vusi as a gift for his
sister. And so Vusi carried on.
But the cow ran back to the farmer
at supper time.
And Vusi got lost on his journey.
He arrived very late for his sister’s
wedding. The guests were already
eating.
“Niki nakora?” Vusi yararize. “Inka yirukatse yari impano, kubw’ibyatsi abubatsi bari bampaye. Abubatsi bampaye ibyatsi kubera ko baciye inkoni nari nahawe n’abasoromyi. Abasoromyi bampaye inkoni kubera ko bamennye igi. Keke yari iy’ubukwe. Ubu ntagi, nta keke, ntan’impano.”
“What shall I do?” cried Vusi.
“The cow that ran away was a gift,
in return for the thatch the builders
gave me. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for the cake.
The cake was for the wedding. Now
there is no egg, no cake, and no
gift.”
Mushiki wa Vusi yatekereje akanya, arangije aravuga, “Vusi musaza wange, ntago nitaye ku mpano. Ntanubwo nitaye kuri keke! Turi hano twese hamwe, ndishimye. Ubu amambara imyenda yawe myiza, twizihize uyu munsi!” Kandi nibyo Vusi yakoze.
Vusi’s sister thought for a while,
then she said,
“Vusi my brother, I don’t really care
about gifts. I don’t even care about
the cake! We are all here together, I
am happy. Now put on your smart
clothes and let’s celebrate this
day!”
And so that’s what Vusi did.
Nina Orange
Wiehan de Jager
Patrick Munyurangabo
Kinyarwanda
Level 4
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